The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge

Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere

He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was....
Is just a tragedy


So he voyages in circles
Succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance

That first got him there

Then in violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one

Is there a point to this madness and all that he was....
Is just a tragedy


He feels alone
His heart in his hand
He's alone

He feels alone
I feel....


Then on that last day he breaks
And he stood tall
And he yelled... and he takes his life